Kiss and Cry by Ramona Lipson

penetrate me from both sides.
    Mom’s excitement to hear the days events started bubbling over, “Well, how did it go?”
    “How did what go?” I asked knowing perfectly well what she was really asking. “It felt good to be back on the ice mom.”
    She smiled at dad with her, ‘see I told you so’ look. “What did you guys practice today?”
    “Coach Hicks wanted us to get comfortable with each other, so we did a lot of stroking and footwork.”
    “Do you like him?” Dad asked.
    “Who? Coach Hicks or Ryan.”
    “Both.”
    “Ya, they’re okay. Coach Hicks wants us to act like a couple when we’re in public, ‘build up chemistry.’ He said couples do better when the public senses it.”
    “Parter or no partner, you know our rule Honey, no boyfriends.” Dad interjected.
    Mom turned to dad, “If coach Hicks wants them to act like a couple then that’s what they’re going to have to do. He knows how to foster Olympic champions. Have faith.” She focussed her attention back onto me, “How did Ryan look on the ice?”
    If Tara had been the one to ask me I would have said: ‘ fuckable.’ S eeing it was my parents, I answered “With or without clothes on?”
    Dad’s eyebrows arched, “Exactly what do you mean?” I noticed my dad’s knuckles turning white while he was gripping his fork. He waited for me to answer.
    “He skates in a wife beater T-shirt and exercise pants.”
    “I’m going to have to come to your practice,” mom giggled.
    “I hardly think his attire is appropriate for a crowded ice arena,” I commented.
     
    Later that night, I laid in bed disheartened that Adam hadn’t called. The lights in my room were now off and I was staring dispiritedly in the direction of where my phone was charging, hoping it would flash. My parents had already retired to their room and the house was darkened and still.
    The phone flashed and vibrated against the dresser. I scrambled quietly from under my comforter to check it. It was a text from Adam.
     
    Adam: I’m on U’r Street waiting.
    Dalia: Ok
     
    I covered my gown with my robe and slipped into my slippers before silently tiptoeing down the stairs. The hardest thing to do was soundlessly opening the front door. Patiently I worked the lock knowing even the slightest noise could give me away. Once I was through the door, I closed it just as carefully. The cold air went right through me as I shivered turning to look for Adams car.
    I dashed to it while he stretched to open the door for me. I slipped in and his dark eyes locked with mine. He didn’t say anything to me at first. His expression was intense. He rested the warm palms of his hands against my cheeks and he pulled me in for a kiss. His lips did light brush strokes against mine until he fisted his hands into my hair and he pulled me in for a kiss that claimed me, “You are mine,” he said with conviction, “only mine.”
    He continued kissing me sliding his one hand to the nape of my neck while the other hand slowly glided down my gown until it rested on me. I’d never been touched there before, but now Adam’s hand was there touching me, and I was receptive to it feeling hot all over. He started exploring me and when he was ready, he penetrated me with his finger. I moaned into his mouth while his kisses where building passionately. Their momentum made my body quiver. I was truly his.
     
    The Next Day
     
    Shortly before I was to leave for practice I received a text from Ryan:
     
    Ryan: Do U want me 2 drive U in?
    Dalia: Sure :-)
    Ryan: B there in 10
     
    I rushed around my room collecting everything I needed for that day. Mom poked her head out of their bedroom, “I’ll be ready in a minute.”
    “No need,” I stopped her in her tracks, “Ryan’s taking me.”
    “That’s wonderful Honey, I hope you have a good session.”
    “Thanks,” I said dismissively, “bye!” By the time I was down the stairs, Ryan’s Mercedes was pulling into the driveway.
    I opened the car door